On the road: flowers, birds and a traffic plug in the southern Alberta (2024)

If I wrote a little, I could just find the old grain lift on spelling.

It was unclear, the moisture in the air that came together when the sun heated the valley under me, but it was clearly clear and I could choose a few well -known points.Was there, I would never have been there.

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But that is what was getting closer to me that really caught my eye.

Over the years, the T-shaped line of combs that run along the northern end of the hills of the porcupine, is one of my favorite places to walk.Cayley along Mosquito Creek Valley and follow while walking through the highway to Parkland and spelling.

The northernmost back runs east to the west of the highlight of the communication tower west of Nanton and goes all the way to Willow Creek Valley..

However, I could have chosen better.

The road, I chose to go to my back, just run south over a wide valley filled with green grassland, wild flowers and twisted diamond willows.This is a short, steep beautiful ride.

I knew better, I really did, and there was even a sign on the north side of the road that it was best in dry weather.What can go wrong?

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Nothing.Unless you try to stop on a slope or accelerate a steep tray.

Then turn it off or slide, regardless of how many wheels you have driven, you will not go alone.Scenes that I would like to stop and shoot.them.

The moment I threw the top of my back, the rain started to spit, but now I was at least on gravel instead of mud.

The valley below me in the south was lush and green with cattle grazing on the back and horses in the lower grasslands.Boys - and a set of goldfinkels.

A bit strange without anyone in sight, but I soon found out that the whisper I heard came from a Heck Box nearby.

Certainly enough, first mother, Dad flew back to the box with beak full of bugs to clamp in the waiting place.

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I now turned to the east and followed my back to the top.To look back to the stormy sky to the west, but while I landed and rolled him, the storm that was about to mute my day to the northeast.

The sun pushed through while I stopped shooting a hauk on a snow fence and a number of buffalo beans along the road.There were large places of Blue Sky about me, and Skysduces dampened the green landscape among me in the north.

In the south it was clear and sunny.

I was now on the long stage of T, the cross beam behind me.Oxley Creek accompanies the road here while it thrown away between parallel combs to Willow Creek to the south and between them is a completely beautiful country.

I passed horses with their tail in grassland full of dandelions and high grass.

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It was also warmer here, the air moist and fragrant with chokecherry, ground grass and wolf willow flowers.Shakes away.The Havik of Swainson flew over his head and left one of his long, sad cries.

Back in the truck I rolled through and I scare birds on birds and wanted to go flowers before I walked back to the high country.

The view from the top of this road is fantastic.Even if it was unclear, I could discover all kinds of well-known orientation points, and I knew it on a clearer day-as in the middle of the winter it see most of the road to Vulcan, almost a hundred kilometers to recognize.

But there was nothing wrong with the view for me now.The under I could see Valley Road where I had just been and a truck that pulled a Stock trailer.Cloud shadows over dad hills, so I made a camera to make once to let go of those who slide together.

And while it ran, I came to the ground to explore.

There are low roses together with piles of fat.

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Catering too.

I crawled around the top of my back for half an hour when the timelapse did his thing and then packed to go back on the road.

Far below me a small knot of cattle and riders came in the same way as I was.Cool, I love like these Southern Alberta traffic plugs, so I recorded a few pictures of the hill and then went to them.

It is not difficult to get yourself through a crew, as long as you take it slowly, so I relieved my way between the biting and stopped to take a few photos.the North.

I quickly jumped out of the truck and asked if I could fly my drone over them.

Remember that animals can sometimes be produced a bit by one of these buzzing machines that I handed over to them or behind them when they moved together.

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From the sky I was able to see the air tones on the green slopes and the large, bumpy clouds over them in the west.From the stage.

The riders kept pushing the cattle to the north on the Green Valley, and they were almost a mile distance when I turned the drone and flew back.

It was now late in the afternoon, but with another five hours until sunset I decided to continue through the valley to Willow Creek Provincial Park.

Hidden in an S-Curve in Creek Valley, the park is approximately.20 kilometers right west of Stavely, just south of Pine Coulee Reservoir.The last time I was here about six weeks ago, it had been cold and miserable, the trees usually leafless and hardly a flower in sight.But now everything was green, the leaves of the cotton trees rattled in the wind, and the bird song, even more than the Back -up Beaver Valley, filled the sky.

Cottonwood Pluis turned around, drove it against tree trunks and hills in Spider webs.Banks swallows swollen around, some hopping insects to feed, others fill their mouths to repair their tapered Adobe -Nest.

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There were buffalo beans along the paths and clematis among saskatoons and chokecherries.

The scent was heavenly..

The roses were not that intense, but man, they darkened the wolves in beauty.Almost all of them will be in flowers.Gorgeous overload!

Back from the valley the wind started to stick and storm clouds flowed over the hills.The clouds about the fortunately now full DennenCoole reservoir and then again on a slough a little further on the road where a dozen Kingbirds bugs caught.

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Twenty minutes later the rain hit and the wind started to cry.Now a water slide.

But the rest of the day had been spectacular and driven on the combs and inactive on Beaver Valley Road, all flowers and birds.

Yes, a pretty good day.

I know I said this before, but I will say it again.

I love the southern Alberta!

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